When their faiths conspired to suffocate
The endless faith they shared like fragrant breath
They thought of those who did not think of them
And survived on a secret code and hope.
Until the day when Time did not look back
At the flooded river, the overturned canoe
And the lover who saved splashing lives but drowned
Not knowing that barriers sometimes break in death
And the uncertain hands of destiny
Would bring her home to him, to live the life
Of a wife married to a memory
No knife or gun could kill, or whirlpool still.
But after all this sacrifice and pain
She whispers in the fragile rain: “I’ll still go through
Anything for him again”. God! What kind
Of love is this that does not ask but gives?